A/N: aaw, thank you to everyone who has reviewed! You are all so amazing! House may seem a little OOC in this chapter but tough – my fic lol

House didn't know how long he'd been sat there, but what he was becoming increasingly aware of was the agonising burning pain in his thigh. As he popped two Vicodin with practiced ease he rubbed his thigh, trying to work the cramp out of it. Having thought of nothing but Cameron and his conflicting emotions for her for the better part of two hours House came to the conclusion he needed to see her, despite the fact he was still struggling with his new emotions.
He used the wall to push himself to his feet, leaning against it once he was standing due to the protests of pain from his thigh. Taking a deep breath he slowly made his way into his office and picked up his bag before making his way out the door and down the hall. Wilson noticed House limping slowly down the hall, his cane nowhere to be seen and his right hand holding his thigh, in an attempt to support it. Wilson said nothing as he watched his friend pass by his office; he just smiled sadly as he knew where House was going.

House made his way out of the hospital, not noticing the looks he was getting due to the fact he wasn't using his cane. He got to his car and sat inside it for a few moments, still mentally battling with himself about whether what he was about to do was the right thing. Shaking his head he turned the ignition and told himself to stop being such a coward. With shaking hands he drove to Cameron's, his mind whirling with all the things he wanted to say to her. Pulling to a stop outside her apartment block he looked up to her window and sighed, trying to prepare himself for the pain he was about to endure, both emotionally and physically. Getting out of the car he limped slowly over to the apartment block and sighed slightly when he saw the stairs he was going to have to climb to get to Cameron's apartment. She couldn't live somewhere that has a lift? He thought to himself as he popped two Vicodin before grasping the banister in one hand, his other hand pressed flat against the wall in order to leverage himself up, his damaged leg dragging behind him. By the time he got to the top of the stairs he was panting and sweating profusely. Leaning against the wall for support he managed to get to Cameron's door. He knocked, trying to ignore the black spots he was getting behind his eyes.

Inside the apartment Cameron heard a knock at her door. She simply closed her eyes and hoped that whoever it was would take the hint and go away. A few moments later she heard another knock, this one weaker than the first, and a gruff yet weak voice call through the door "Allison, open the damn door."
She recognised his voice immediately and stood up from the couch, her ribs, even though they were healing, were still slightly painful and she whimpered as she made her way to the door. She opened it and she gasped as she saw House leaning heavily against the doorframe, sweat pouring down his face. He looked up and smiled weakly at her. He had to tell her why he was there before he chickened out. "Allison..." he began before he gasped in pain and it was then that she noticed he was cane less. She wrapped his arm around her shoulders, ignoring the pain in her ribs and helped him to the couch, gently sitting him down. House squeezed his eyes shut and gripped his thigh tightly as Cameron fumbled in his jacket pockets for his Vicodin. She found them and wordlessly tipped two into his free hand. He quickly swallowed them and began to speak again "Cameron...I...Wilson told me..." he couldn't concentrate on what he was saying. The black spots behind his eyes were getting worse and he felt dizzy. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could get the words past his lips he passed out.

He came to a little while later to find Cameron sat next to him on the sofa, her head bowed as she watched herself gently massage his thigh. It was spasming quite badly caused by the strain House had put on it due to not using his cane. House looked at Cameron, his blue eyes taking in how her body was still trembling slightly, and the deep sadness that was written all over her face. He moved his hand and gently placed it over hers on his thigh. She looked up at him and smiled weakly "hi House" she said softly.

House gave her an intense look before saying in a heartbreakingly gentle tone "Cam...Allison...Don't be mad with him, but Wilson told me what happened..."

She nods and tears prick her eyes as she whispers "I figured he would. You're his best friend and a human lie detector, how could he possibly keep it from you?" There is a slight bitterness to her voice.

House squeezed her hands before replying "I...I was worried..."

Cameron nodded slightly as tears rolled down her cheeks. She was so happy he was here with her, but she couldn't bear to look at him. She didn't want him to think any less of her. House moved his hand and with an almost feather – light touch ran his fingers down her arm. Cameron flinched slightly at his touch to begin with, before she realised he wasn't going to hurt her.

"Allison," he whispered "show me. Please."

At his words Cameron shot her head up to look at him, her eyes wide with fear "why?" she choked out.

House swallowed hard before replying "I need to see. Please."

Cameron understood. House needed to see her injuries for himself. It wasn't just curiosity, or a puzzle to him. It was something much more personal, she could see it in his eyes. She stood up and slowly pushed her trousers down, revealing the blue and purple bruises on her thighs. She hesitated before removing her top, revealing her bruised sides and the bandages Wilson had applied the day before.
House stared at her with such an intensity it made her hang her head in shame. He took in the bruises that covered her beautiful but delicate body and he felt a fire burn inside him unlike anything he ever felt before. He looked away from her to swallow another Vicodin before slowly pushing himself to his feet and limping heavily over to her. She hears him get closer to her but she can't bring herself to look at him, she is too ashamed. House stands in front of her and gently places his finger under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him before he tells her "you have nothing to be ashamed of, do you understand?"

As tears filled her eyes she nodded. House gripped his thigh with his right hand as it protested the exertion he was putting on it. With his left hand he gently touched the bandages on her slender body "you scrubbed yourself raw, didn't you?"

Not bothering to ask how he knew Cameron merely nodded sadly. Suddenly feeling very exposed in front of him, Cameron dressed quickly and went and sat back down. House said nothing, just merely rejoined her on the couch, where they sat in silently for a while, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Eventually Cameron was the one to break the silence by asking "where's your cane?"

House sighed. He had been hoping she wouldn't ask. Unable to look at her he answered in a low voice "it had a fight with the balcony and the balcony won."

Cameron raised an eyebrow. She didn't ask him why his cane had had a fight with the balcony because she was pretty sure she already knew the reason – House had broken his cane because Wilson had told him about the rapist beating her with one. Without saying a word she got up from the couch and made her way to her bedroom. She opened her wardrobe and pushed various items of clothing out of the way as she tried to find what she was looking for. When her fingers finally wrapped around it she smiled softly and headed back out to the living room.
House wondered where she had gone but the ache in his thigh wouldn't allow him to get up and follow her so he remained on the couch. A few minutes later he heard her coming back so he looked up and was surprised to find her coming towards him with a cane in her hand. It was beautiful – the main body of the cane was black, and the handle was a skeletal hand holding a red orb. Cameron gave him a slight smile as she twirled it between her fingers. In a soft voice she asked him "will this do for you for just now?"

House blinked and replied "yes, but why do you have a cane in the first place? Especially one that looks like that?"

Cameron moved closer and sat down on the couch, resting the cane against the coffee table. She sighed and replied "if I tell you will you promise not to laugh?"

"You know full well I can't promise you anything."

Without looking at him Cameron explained "I was a goth in high school. When I was fifteen I had an accident that necessitated the use of a cane. I kept it for...sentimental reasons."

House was surprised, something that rarely happened. He wasn't sure what he was more surprised about though – the fact that she used to be a goth, a complete social outcast, or the fact that she had somehow been injured enough to need to use a cane. Cameron finally looked up at him to find him staring at her, curiosity written all over his face. He opened his mouth to speak but Cameron spoke first "don't ask me about the accident House, please." She looked at him imploringly and House gave a slight nod, instead deciding to say "why are you giving it to me?"

Cameron replied quietly "because I don't like seeing you in more pain than you need to be. You need it. Simple as that."

House nodded and they sit in silence for a while, both of them ignoring them the giant elephant that was sat in the corner of the room. Eventually House broke the silence by saying "goth, huh? Please tell me you have photos."

Cameron let out a small laugh and nodded, before standing and heading over to her bookcase. As she showed him photos of herself as a teenager, across the city in his hotel room, Joe was sat feeling very pleased with himself. He had come up with the most ingenious plan to make sure Cameron would never trust House again. And he didn't need to use any of his lackeys to do it. He looked at his photo of Cameron in his wallet and smiled softly, before saying to it "come the end of this week Allison, you will be back with me, where you belong."

A/N: you like? Dislike? Let me know either way! Btw, you can actually buy that cane – I own it (brought it for my ex, got it back from him when we split) If you want to know what it looks like properly, Google 'Nemesis Now, Canes', you'll know which one it is